"Understood, Manager Gao, I will do my best."
As Huang Qinqin followed Manager Gao downstairs, she felt somewhat helpless; this was simply forcing her into a difficult situation.
When they reached the second floor, Huang Qinqin suddenly remembered a very important question and quickly said, "Manager Gao, I have a question I'd like to ask you."
"Hmm? What's the problem? If it's not very important, let's talk about it later."
Manager Gao didn't even stop walking, answering without turning his head.
"Important! I want to ask if there was a translator who came with them? I don't speak any foreign languages."
Seeing that Manager Gao was walking faster and faster and was about to go downstairs, Huang Qinqin quickly brought up the problem.
Upon hearing this question, Manager Gao slowly stopped in his tracks. He wanted to know the answer to this question too...
Regarding this question, the colleague who came up to inform them can answer: "Yes, I saw two translators there."
Whew~
That's good.
Huang Qinqin and Manager Gao both breathed a sigh of relief and continued downstairs.
The sudden appearance of a group of foreigners on the first floor drew the attention of everyone else shopping in the department store.
"Look, their hair is yellow! Are they not eating well?"
"I don't think so. He's very tall. Maybe that's just how people are from that area."
"It must be true. I've heard before that foreigners all have blond hair and blue eyes, but they still look quite good."
"Aren't those those damned Japanese over there? Why did we let them in?"
"Who knows? Maybe they're just trying to make money off them. They're definitely going to buy something when they come into a department store."
Those foreigners could feel the curious looks from others, but since they couldn't understand Chinese, they didn't know what they were saying.
One of the Koreans said, "The things here are nothing special, they have no unique features at all."
"The food wasn't good either, it was bland and tasteless. Our country's kimchi is much more delicious."
The translator beside him barely suppressed his anger and translated what the Korean had said.
The people responsible for accompanying us were colleagues from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They had a lot of contact with foreigners, and they often heard these subtle, derogatory remarks about them.
However, every time I hear it, I still feel very angry, but when I think about the purpose of their trip, I still have to respond with a smile.
"We haven't introduced the unique products here yet, but we'll take you there to visit them soon."
Just then, Manager Gao and Huang Qinqin arrived, so they were led directly to the counter selling pickled vegetables.
Manager Gao led the way, while Huang Qinqin consciously walked at the very back.
She found the youngest-looking woman and asked her in a low voice if something had just happened.
After understanding the situation, Huang Qinqin decided to raise the price of pickled vegetables even higher!
The Koreans are simply outrageous! Their country's dishes are clearly delicious and visually appealing, yet they dare to say their kimchi is better.
Huang Qinqin couldn't swallow this insult. Originally, Huang Qinqin planned to sell the 30-cent pickled vegetables to them for 1 yuan, but now Huang Qinqin plans to sell them for 1.5 yuan directly!
Although Huang Qinqin had never been to Korea or tasted their kimchi, she was confident that Grandma Huang's pickled vegetables would definitely win them over!
When Manager Gao led them to the counter, he waved frantically at Huang Qinqin.
He had no idea how Huang Qinqin planned to boast about these things, and didn't dare to open his mouth to introduce them.
Huang Qinqin quickly ran over, ready to start her boasting, oops, introduction.
"These pickled vegetables are carefully pickled according to the ancestral recipes preserved in Huangjia Village."
"The pickling process of pickled vegetables is lengthy, requires high-quality ingredients, and employs unique techniques to produce the most delicious pickled vegetables."
"Using the finest vegetables and carefully pickled by the most skilled craftsmen, we ensure that every single pickled vegetable has an unforgettable flavor."
"Shall we open a bottle for everyone to try right here?"
After Huang Qinqin finished speaking, the translator also finished translating with difficulty and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
A helpless rant: Help! Why does a simple dish of pickled vegetables require so many hard-to-translate words?
He almost couldn't translate it. He was only a mediocre translator to begin with, and he wouldn't have had the chance if the teacher hadn't been reported.
Americans aren't really interested in pickled vegetables. They've been to Korea before, where pickled vegetables were a staple food, but they didn't like them at all.
The Koreans and Japanese were more interested. When the Koreans saw Huang Qinqin take the top bottle, they prepared to open it for them to try.
They immediately stepped in to stop them, saying, "We don't want to try this bottle, we want to pick one ourselves!"
Huang Qinqin couldn't understand what he was saying, but she felt someone suddenly reach out to her. She quickly protected her stomach and took a few steps back to the side.
After the translator translated what was said, Huang Qinqin replied, "Okay, you can choose whichever you like."
The Koreans looked at her suspiciously when they heard her agree so readily. The reason they were trying to stop her was that they felt the bottle they were supposed to sample must have been prepared in advance.
However, since she had agreed, the Korean man didn't stand on ceremony and directly picked the pickled radish from the bottom of the bottle.
Although the Japanese didn't speak, they shared the same thought. Since the Koreans had already taken the lead, there was no need for them to say anything more.
They even hypocritically said, "Actually, it doesn't matter which bottle you choose, we don't care."
Huang Qinqin glanced at the Japanese people who were speaking out of the corner of her eye and thought they were even more hypocritical. In any case, Huang Qinqin particularly disliked the Japanese.
If Huang Qinqin had met the Japanese in another place, she might have secretly spat on them behind their backs.
Because there were too many people at the scene, Huang Qinqin could only give each of them a bamboo skewer and let them poke their own way to eat.
The first person to try it was an American, not because he liked it, but because he was the tallest and he liked to be number one.
The American originally intended to just have a casual taste, but after taking one bite, he couldn't resist poking at a few more to eat.
He didn't leave until the people behind him urged him to.
Americans found it very novel. This pickled vegetable didn't even look as good as the Korean version, which was bright red and had a very vibrant color, but it tasted terrible.
The food he's eating now doesn't give him that same feeling. It doesn't look special, but it tastes incredibly delicious.
The American smacked his lips in delight, thinking, "Mmm, it's really delicious." He believed that if this pickled vegetable were paired with their steak, it would definitely be a huge hit!
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